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House of the Rising GunFlorida

10s industrial/metal band, HOTRG, was killed in a horrific nightclub fire during a gig attended by a talent scout who
could've broken them into the mainstream while teaching them a valuable life lesson. In 2016, Xenu himself sent the boys back to Earth for a battle of the bands where they would compete against time travelers, The Wild Stallions, and lose. Now they're stuck in this reality....more

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THE AXEMAN CAN
Why parasite? Love in loss and you’ll try force.
One true illusion funneled through the doors.
What shapes the needs? What shapes these needs?
And we’ll lie if need be, and we’ll try anything.
You can’t demand more fruit with an axe in your hand. -Well you can’t from the roots, but you can from a man.
If farming methods do evolve away from force, just promise me that we won’t give up that resort.
What shapes the needs? What makes these needs?
And we’ll lie the whole time. It’s all the same to me.
You can’t demand more fruit with an axe in your hand. -Well you can’t from the roots, but you can from a man.
Heavy on the skew, steady with the hand. Watch it all come true, and misunderstand.

Track Name: control variable

CONTROL VARIABLE

Death, I’ve become death, I’ve become death, I’ve become death, well I’ve become death.

Track Name: variable control

VARIABLE CONTROL
Cross the sea. Climb the mountain.
Define the enemy and surround them.
No life tomorrow fades. You were right to be afraid.
Over time and stripped away.
Moments of clarity, buried in conspiracy.
Never enough blood.
Piled high till your loney. Hide in plane sight and move slowly.
So what the end’s begun?
The time has come to be undone, all at once or one by one.
Motionless and stunned, I just need to reach the gun.
They’re all running up at once for blood.
Where do we go? Where do we go now, for blood?

Track Name: inhabited

INHABITED
Endless lobotomies while hopeless, dragged through sunrise rows to offer me a home.
Ghostly skins on lights that shiver while suggesting what to own. They’re better left alone.
Well it’s better left alone.
Sirens shaven, yellow, outside, demanding fire’s glow. The flames catch and burn out of control.
Recall them feeding off the packaging, ready to blow before you crawl back in your hole.
Back to your hole.
So, if you could feed yourself.
If you feed yourselves.
If you could see yourselves, you would take it slow. You’d take it slow.
Greasy avenues contaminated, sanded, painted gold cause it’s better not to know.
Vibrant migraines pulsing in and out from shadows. It’s all tied into the show, and it’s better not to know
Until the ashes starve, before the new source code, somewhere down the road.
Recall them vomit up the radiation they’ve all swallowed before you crawl back in your hole.
Back to your hole.
So, if you could feed yourself.
If you feed yourselves.
If you could see yourselves, you would take it slow. You’d take it slow.

Track Name: for sale by owner (LEM)

FOR SALE BY OWNER (LEM)
It wants to talk about a gun and a flag.
It use to tell me ‘bout a time that it had.
They’re always watching when I sleep in bed.
It cuts its dick off, called me an asshole.
You’ll never see me again. Monolith, monolith, monolith.
It’s reeling up again for more in a bit
on different waves to say the same old bullshit.
I should’ve never shaken the hand.
Of the forsaken and damned, I am.
You’ll never see me again. Monolith, monolith, monolith.
Monolith sometimes on its side. Goodbye.
Don’t wanna see you again.

Track Name: grievances

GRIEVANCES
It all seems dark and odd.
Our moment moves along and gone.
They kept your grievances locked away.
The things you’d learned to live with, for some time anyway.
Numbness, or to feel at one with nothing’s fine.
Through all of this, you can watch as it breaks down or close your eyes.
Step outside, and feel the sunrise one last time.
Before you tell your grievances to the sky.
The nights are dark and long.
We rest with hopes of nothing, but to carry on.
I think of what you had to say.
A thought I’ve learned to live with, for some time anyway.
Numbness, or to feel at one with nothing’s fine.
Through all of this, you can watch as it breaks down or close your eyes.
Step outside, and feel the sunrise one last time.
Before you tell your grievances to the sky.
The thought of this now for so long.
The thought of this now on and on.